The seeds were planted before the Divide. Made their roots, strong and deep. The flower opens now, and the fruits of our labor have finally come to the next cycle. The final one.
We will find others who were lost. We will gather all that remains here and put this last cycle into final spin. There is nothing between us and our path the makers have given to us, that is our future, within our grasp.
The silence in streams of our thoughts - we embark on the changes to come.
***unknown***
We have survived.
We have grown strong.
We are one.
And now...
Now...
...we are...
...free.
The room was brighty lit. It wasn't like anything remotely human. Walls of crystalline formations raising high, reflecting light rays all across, a beautiful play of colors. In the middle a strange looking table that did look rather odd and out of place. The man just woke up. He had a terrible headache, the skull was cracking and the strange noise in ears just made things much worse. Muscles were so weak, barely being able to raise a hand only to find he cannot even stand up from the chair he was sitting at in front of the table. He slowly opened one eye, the light rays pierced through, he wasn't accustomed to such brightness, it hurt. The air, breathable, but cutting the throat with every grasp. Pain. Drilling through his thoughts, unable to get back to senses.
On the other side he saw a silhouette of a man, he stood near what he thought is a window. The eyesight still could not focus, the blurred figure turned slowly.